[Original: Drabble] "Friday the Thirteenth" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Friday the Thirteenth
Prompt: writerverse 24 hour challenge #1 (‘Friday 13th’)
Word Count: 330
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “I’m starting to hate Friday the 13th.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Friday the Thirteenth
“Okay,” I said, shoving the kid I’d just arrested unceremoniously into the back of our police car and shoving his hockey mask at my partner. “I’m starting to hate Friday the 13th.”
Howell got into the driver’s seat. “Start your paperwork on the way in,” he said, ignoring me as usual. “I don’t want to hear you whine about how much you’ve got to do, later.”
I got in on the other side. “Is this job going to make me hate every holiday I enjoy? Because I used to love Friday the 13th. Most people consider it unlucky, which is why I always liked it. But not now! Because now, I’ve got to deal with Freddy Kruger here, who wants to go around scaring people with an actual, sharp knife!”
“It’s Jason!” protested the kid, from the back seat. “Those movies are classics!”
“Whatever.” I opened a blank booking document on our car’s laptop and started inputting some of the information- I’d get the rest of it when we got to the station. “Sir, how many more crazies do we have on the schedule for tonight.”
We’d stopped at a red light, so Howell had plenty of time to scowl over at me. “We go where dispatch sends us, Jones.”
As if on cue, our radio signal sounded, and I picked it up. “Reports of a suspicious person near 21st and Market Streets, allegedly armed. Approach with caution.”
I sighed, heavily. “Acknowledge, dispatch,” I said instead. “We’re on it.”
Howell turned at the next light, headed back the way we came.
“Hey!” said a voice, from the back seat. “What about me?”
“You shut up,” I snapped.
“Jones,” rumbled Howell. “Good news.”
“What?”
“Your holiday’s over. It’s officially Saturday the 14th.”
I offered my partner a scowl of my own, but he was looking at the road, and mine didn’t have quite the same effect, anyway. “You’re mean, sir. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
He grinned. “All the time.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse 24 hour challenge #1 (‘Friday 13th’)
Word Count: 330
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: “I’m starting to hate Friday the 13th.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Friday the Thirteenth
“Okay,” I said, shoving the kid I’d just arrested unceremoniously into the back of our police car and shoving his hockey mask at my partner. “I’m starting to hate Friday the 13th.”
Howell got into the driver’s seat. “Start your paperwork on the way in,” he said, ignoring me as usual. “I don’t want to hear you whine about how much you’ve got to do, later.”
I got in on the other side. “Is this job going to make me hate every holiday I enjoy? Because I used to love Friday the 13th. Most people consider it unlucky, which is why I always liked it. But not now! Because now, I’ve got to deal with Freddy Kruger here, who wants to go around scaring people with an actual, sharp knife!”
“It’s Jason!” protested the kid, from the back seat. “Those movies are classics!”
“Whatever.” I opened a blank booking document on our car’s laptop and started inputting some of the information- I’d get the rest of it when we got to the station. “Sir, how many more crazies do we have on the schedule for tonight.”
We’d stopped at a red light, so Howell had plenty of time to scowl over at me. “We go where dispatch sends us, Jones.”
As if on cue, our radio signal sounded, and I picked it up. “Reports of a suspicious person near 21st and Market Streets, allegedly armed. Approach with caution.”
I sighed, heavily. “Acknowledge, dispatch,” I said instead. “We’re on it.”
Howell turned at the next light, headed back the way we came.
“Hey!” said a voice, from the back seat. “What about me?”
“You shut up,” I snapped.
“Jones,” rumbled Howell. “Good news.”
“What?”
“Your holiday’s over. It’s officially Saturday the 14th.”
I offered my partner a scowl of my own, but he was looking at the road, and mine didn’t have quite the same effect, anyway. “You’re mean, sir. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
He grinned. “All the time.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold